She took in her naked form with an interest that she had never previously displayed. She wasn't admiring her slender torso and magnificent boobs, she ...as looking for marks, evidence of her encounters."Bugger," she said to her reflection as she noticed all the bite marks, scratches and grazes upon her torso. She looked like she'd run naked through a blackberry patch, not someone who'd just been fucked by...she stopped to count how many, but she was confused as to what exactly happened on the. Hell, at least its Friday… A few kids cheered to their friends and sprinted to the doorway, almost as if they were trying to get out of the building the fastest. Monday! I hollered once again, knowing for sure that a select few students would just happen to forget. Jessica Smith strolled up to my desk at the front of the class. She added an unnatural spring to her step, her brown curls excessively bouncing around her shoulders as she leaned over the paperwork in front of me. Thank you for the. He then asked “where’s my breakfast?” She said “wait! It’s getting ready! Let your dad come.” I said “not that breakfast mom!” and came to her from behind, aligned my dick against her ass cheeks, put my hand into her saree tangles and held her womanhood and said “this mom”.She was so excited with his kinky gesture, that I thought she almost came. She couldn’t help but moan a little and said to me “you just had late night snack few hours ago! Are you still hungry?” She said rubbing her mound and. “Yup, that wasn’t too far at all!” He smiled, relieved that she was oblivious and admiring her pretty smile. She leaned in to give him a hug and a quick peck on the cheek. He had hoped to have been greeted with a kiss. He breathed her in and held her in a hug for a moment after she had already reflexively released. Her long soft curls d****d over his hand loosely as it found the small of her back. She stood in his arm, very aware of his anchoring hand on her lower back and his pulse against her.